The difference this week is he is after big money. The document that banned him from baseball went on sale Monday. The auction house hopes it will go for $1 million.Bidding continues for a month. As of Wednesday morning the leading offer was $0.What’s the all-time hit king to do?

He’ll probably come out with a line of Pete Rose hair-care products and Christmas ornaments. We knew Charlie Hustle became Charlie Huckster years ago. But the magnitude didn’t hit home until the banishment papers went on sale.

I Googled “Pete Rose memorabilia,” and three questions immediately came to mind:

1. Are there more autographed Pete Rose baseballs, or planets in the Milky Way galaxy?

2. Is it possible to keep somebody out of the Hall of Fame simply because he reminds everyone of the ShamWow Guy?

3. What kind of sad sack would pay $249.99 for a baseball inscribed with “What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas”?

That’s not memorabilia, that’s schlock. Rose might as well just write “I’m Sorry I Shot JFK.”

Come to think of it, he has. And for $279.22, you can have one of those baseballs.

Rose will also pretend to be Yogi Berra (“It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over” — $306.25), Yoko Ono (“I’m Sorry I Broke Up The Beatles” — $183.12) and a member of Seal Team 6 (“I Wish I Shot Bin Laden” — $249.99).

Everybody does it. But nobody does it like Rose. He’s manufacturing products on an autograph assembly line, not selling genuine history. You almost have to admire the utter shamelessness of it all.

For $5,000, Rose will have dinner with you and three friends in Las Vegas. Be advised however, there’s a $100 limit on alcohol. But for an extra grand, Pete might perform a dramatic reading of the Dowd Report.

You can get an autographed copy of Rose’s banishment papers for $500 at his website. It’s sort of the Nixon Library offering autographed copies of the Watergate subpoena papers.

You’d think some things would be too embarrassing to market. Not with Pete. He’ll sell you an autographed “I’m Sorry I Bet On Baseball” black baseball for $399.99. The standard white baseball goes for $299.99.

But shop around. I found the same ball for $149.99 at another website. After hours of scouring the Internet for all things Rose, however, I couldn’t locate one iota of genuine contrition.

He’s only sorry he was banned for getting caught. His revenge comes through martyrdom and showing how many more schmoes prefer his autograph to Bart Giamatti’s.

I don’t know who’d pay $399.46 for an autographed “Lincoln Was Shot I Was Born April 14” baseball, but somebody must be willing to do so. As long as they keep lining up at autograph shows, Rose will keep taking their money.

He must sit there seeing a line of suckers, but the joke is also on Pete. Scarcity drives up price, and he has flooded the market.

Unlike 98 percent of the stuff Rose hawks, the five-page banishment document has actual historical value. But why pay 2,000 times more for the original when you can get an autographed copy and have $999,500 left over to hire a search party to find a shred of dignity left with Rose.

Neil Armstrong’s estate should sue Rose for selling baseballs inscribed with “I Was The First Man On The Moon.”

Armstrong was the bright side of the moon compared to Pete. He could have made a fortune hawking his past. But instead of going on QVC and selling autographed imitation moon rocks, Armstrong refused to cheapen the accomplishment.He retired from NASA and took a job teaching aerospace engineering at the University of Cincinnati, right about the time the Big Red Machine started rolling. He died with extreme dignity two months ago.

Rose could have learned a thing or two from Armstrong. It’s too bad they never got together for dinner.

Then again, maybe Armstrong tried. Then he decided he had better things to do with $5,000.